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A friend sent me a blog post by a dad whose young son just died of a rare medical condition. I read the whole thing, because it was a beautiful muse for those of us seduced by grief. Grief is my gateway drug, beckoning with a dismal finger until the sadness builds into raging anxiety. [...]
I’m distracted by this. Without giving creepy Internet weirdos my exact address, let’s just say it was nearby. Grief veils the village faces– rescue workers, neighbors, parsonage, mothers– all are affected. My friends and I mope around with sore lips from repeatedly kissing the warm cheeks of our babies. Some things just won’t fit in [...]
It bobs around on our neighbor’s lawn with a gigantic axe and frightens my innocent children (and the dog). Behind it is an array of severed heads hanging from tree limbs and impaled on wooden posts, all draped in faux spider webs. It is irritatingly festive if you are a psychopathic serial killer. Which I [...]
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